Chapter 127

"Where did you go, Roman?" Celia's voice echoed in the grand foyer, her eyes piercing with a mix of frustration and hurt.

"Out," I replied in a single, stoic word, walking past her without a glance.

"First, you forget our anniversary, and then you walk out on me during dinner?!" Her voice escalated, a crescendo of anger.

It doesn't bother me.

I didn't feel remorseful. Flora mattered. When I had re